Azeroth’s Death Track

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Human Magi Magna Aegwynn, this is a figure active in the 800s.

Her title is the Guardian of Tirisfal, which is a very noble title of the human mages, and it originated from the Council of Tirisfal, the organization of secret human mages.

It was a secret institution that gathered the most powerful and knowledgeable wizards of mankind. The original intention was established to cope with the extraterrestrial creatures and internal threats brought about by thousands of years ago, because the wizards had almost unscrupulous dangerous magic experiments. .

Magic is a dangerous thing, and it is easy to cause all kinds of troubles. Most of the original human mages were reckless and unruly. In this case, the Tirisfal Parliament decided to "make" a The "guardian" with a strong deterrent force, while responding to threats, suppresses the wanton mages.

They gathered all the magic powers of the elves through the secret spells taught by the high elves, and gathered them on a talented mage to make him extremely powerful. The original guardians were all modest gentlemen. Every hundreds of years, they According to tradition, the huge magic power will be handed over to the successor until the emergence of Aegwynn.

The female mage has a very troublesome and suspicious personality. The first few hundred years were safe, but she soon realized that the Tirisfal parliament was using the guardian’s deterrent power to spread its influence to every human kingdom. And there are suspicions of manipulating politics between kingdoms, which makes Aegwynn very dissatisfied.

And at this node, she fought in the incarnation of the remote Northrend continent and the dark Titan who tried to invade the world. Although she finally won, the dark Titan’s soul took this place deep in the soul of Aegwynn. The power of darkness affected her. Eventually, Aegwynn made a reckless decision.

With the huge magic power of the guardians passed down from generation to generation, she escaped the control of the Tirisfal parliament and guarded the world in her own way. As for her son, the more legendary last guardian Medivh Elland, that is Another story.

In short, Aegwynn is the most messy guardian of life in the wizarding world, but it turns out that Aegwynn’s decision was not completely wrong. In the past hundreds of years, the division of the human world and the contradiction between the kingdom, Tiris The roles played by the law council and the mages are actually not glorious...

It was precisely because of Aegwynn’s incessant farewell that the wizards’ ambition to control the world was completely dispelled.

"what did you say!"

Aegwynn’s magic projection seemed to be irritated by Tyrion’s arrogant words, her voice became colder, and the power entrenched inside the temple became more dangerous, even the magic runes that appeared outside the temple, Started spinning chaotically.

It seems that in the next moment, this mighty guardian will urge this unparalleled magic power, and will provoke her Tyrion, completely scumming.

The fierce magic power also made the death knights squeeze their weapons nervously. This kind of scene that can't even counterattack is really very weak.

However, in the face of this threat, Tyrion’s face does not change color. He really is not afraid of the magic projection in front of him. He is very clear about her background. This is the advantage brought by knowing the future history. This is also the realty of Tyrion. Emboldened.

"Do you really want me to tell the cruel truth?"

The death knight flicked his finger, lowering his voice:

"Maybe after I leave here, I should visit you in the Dustwallow Marsh, Ms. Magna, I know exactly what you did in Karazhan in recent years. No one in the world knows you better than me. It’s a bad situation, I don’t want to expose it..."

Tyrion coughed slightly, he straightened his body, looking at Aegwynn's magic projection, he whispered:

"Let us retain the last decentness and dignity, Ms. Aegwynn."

"Forcibly killing me at the cost of destroying the seal of Sargeras’ tomb will not bring you any benefits, and I have no intention of becoming an opponent with you... As for the eye and scepter of Sargeras, if you I can live to that time, I believe you will know how lucky it is for you and the world to let me take it now."

He shook his head and turned to stride out of the last shadow shrouded in Sargeras's tomb. Behind him, the death knights were a little uneasy, but watching Tyrion leave, they followed behind Tyrion, quickly It disappeared on this broken ground.

Aegwynn’s magic projection stared at Tyrion’s back, but in the end, she sighed, and with the waving of her finger, the heavy stone door of Sargeras’ tomb was slowly closed. The next moment, this The tomb summoned by Gul'dan from the bottom of the sea fell silently into the sea again.

The surrounding seawater was squeezed into two sides by a huge magic force, and the revolving seawater merged into a huge wave, relentlessly beating on the broken earth covered with blood. After the tide subsided, everything around was reshaped, blood, Death, all disappeared... as if these things never existed.

The night of this broken island came very quickly. When the death knights came to the beach, the stars had appeared in the night sky above them. Tyrion had planned to leave the island immediately, but he watched Gloku The strange atmosphere between Shi and Reed Blackhand, he thought for a moment, then gave the order.

"Camping here... let's take a rest and go again!"

Hearing this command, a light flashed in the eyes of the orc death knight. He glanced gratefully at Tyrion, who nodded to him. The tall orc stood up, walked indifferently to the other side of the island, and sat Reid Blackhand on the side hesitated, and also lifted the wooden box containing Gul'dan's heart and followed.

Before leaving, Reed turned to look at Tyrion. He whispered:

"Thank you, death knight."

Tyrion didn't look up at all, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

After Red's figure disappeared at the meeting, he reached out and stroked the head of the moon's claws. Although the ghost owl had already died, its special experience kept its body intact, and every feather was organized by it. Supple, the spirit feathers are smooth to the touch, and there is a refreshing coldness, and this guy is very psychic and has his own wisdom.

For the dead, this is definitely the best pet.

"Nasa...go."

Tyrion looked at the burning bonfire in front of him, and whispered, "Go farewell to your companions, and say goodbye to your past. Next, you have to take a path that the living cannot take."

"The hostess will kill you!"

Nasa, who was hidden in the shadow, gritted her teeth and said, "You can't avoid the blade she wielded in the shadow!"

"No! I believe she won't!"

Tyrion reached out and took the hip flask from Serent. He said softly:

"Kill me and you will die. Can Ms. Mai get this cruelty? I doubt it...after all, you are her most trusted subordinate, and she is your spiritual support and...you are the most loyal Spiritual partner, isn't it?"

"Shut up! You monster!"

This description with a hint of taboo color made Nasa blushing in the dark, but the inferior Tyrion may have some reason to say. Thousands of years of garrison career, the ladies who guard each other Is it true that there are relationships beyond friendship and spiritual companionship? Is this a very normal and completely acceptable fact?

In addition, Ms. Maiwei is so strong that she can rely on and be loved by the same sex. In fact, it is not an unbearable thing.

"Go, Nasa, don't forget to say goodbye to Ms. Maiev for me, and remind her to be careful of the dangerous prisoners she guards!"

The darkness behind him was as calm as usual, but the shadow that was there was gone.

Tyrion picked up the hip flask and felt the cold liquid flowing into his throat. He looked directly at the campfire in front of him.

In the beating of flames, a beautiful back appeared in front of him. The death knight shook his head fiercely, as if to throw this messy memory out of his head, but no matter how hard he tried, the back was still stubborn. His eyes became clearer.

"Life and death are parting and endless. The world is born and died every minute and every second, no matter when I am alive or after I die. My death is just like my life. So far, I have not given Any change in this world..."

Tyrion's voice sounded in his heart. On this quiet night, he seemed to talk to himself and the memories of the past in this way.

"But this is not the reason why I walk on the ground and still wield weapons after death. My feelings, joy, anger, despair, hope, all leave me little by little after my death... Leiria, can you understand?"

Tyrion reached out and took a sip of wine, not feeling any taste at all, but as Glokus said, sometimes, as long as you know you are drinking.

"Guldan used his method to escape death, but in exchange for a part of my existence..."

The death knight's cold eyes became a little bit confused. When the back of his eyes turned around in his memory, he muttered to himself when he saw the iconic blonde hair and the blue war marks on his face. In a voice that only you can hear, whisper:

"I was supposed to be angry about this, but unfortunately, for me now, the anger seems too artificial. I miss you... I am... lonely..."

As Tyrion tossed and turned in the deep memory, on the other side of the island, Glokus stood on the rock, looking over the camp where the orcs of the black-toothed grinning clan that survived the battle in the distance gathered. And the campfire, in the cold wind of the night, he pointed his finger in that direction.

"Go, Red, return to your world, and never look back."

Behind him, Orc Warlord Reed Black carried a wooden chest, his eyes fixed on the strange and familiar Orc Death Knight in front of him. After a while, he said with a trembling voice:

"It's you! Father! It's you, right?"

He stepped forward two steps and grabbed Glokush's cold wrist, he said in a voice of prayer:

"Tell me, this dead body carries a soul called Blackhan! Tell me! Please!"

Glokus looked back at the thirst in Red's eyes. He hesitated, and finally reached out to break Red's fingers from his wrists. He reached out and stroked his son's cheek, just like when he died 2 years ago. That way, there has been little change.

Reid is already a brave enough and qualified leader.

"Don't call me father, boy."

The orc death knight who was always silent tried his best to quiet his restless soul, but his voice was still shaking:

"I'm dead. I should have left you and Maim's life. Death is like a line that divides you and me on both sides of fate. In fact, I feel very much like Talon. If it weren’t for his whim, I might fall into the abyss of death with all regrets.”

Glokush's cold cheeks showed a difficult and ugly smile. He couldn't cry anymore. He removed his cold fingers from Reid's face, like a father's entrustment to his son. He reached out and patted Reid's shoulder.

"This is the last time I protect you, son, you have grown up, and you have to go on your own way! I am sorry that I used to be indifferent to you and Maim, but those words that are hidden in the soul, I I can’t tell you anymore... I can see you again, I’m satisfied."

"I have to thank Tyrion, he gave me the opportunity to make up for regrets."

"Don't leave us! Father, even if you die, you can't separate you from us!"

Reed’s eyes were full of tears, and the orc warlord was like a child at this time, crying in the dark, he grabbed Glokus’ hand, he whispered:

"Come back, come back and continue to command the Blackrock Horde! Orgrim is not worthy to rule us!"

"Do not!"

Glokush refused. He took a rare deep breath. Although the dead no longer needed to breathe, he looked at his son and said softly:

"My destiny has been changed. Red, the future of Blackstone, has fallen on the shoulders of you and Maim. Don't tell your brother about my status, he is far less strong than you, child, continue to walk bravely Go on, let Blackstone be proud of you, let me be proud of you..."

"I should go, goodbye, Chief Blackhand."

Glokush's figure finally disappeared into the night. Reid. Black hands stood in the cold wind. He looked at the direction of his father's departure. He wiped away his tears, raised his fists, and threw two fiercely in the chest. Next, he turned and walked towards the orc camp.

"Goodbye... Chief Blackhand."

It’s like a warrior’s farewell... there’s not so much weakness, no tears, just sincere blessings.

If you are doomed not to see you again, then may you... die without regret.

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